Ok now Zero! I'm saving Grey for last; after that, it's back to the regular story! I forgot to thank my reviewers last time! Gah! So thank you I Am Alys, ERidg17, As-The-Fire-Blazes, PridePrejudiceandCake, EqualDemise731, and Square Root of Three! Thank you all! Anyway, Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ouran High Host Club. I do, however, claim ownership of my OC(s) and my plot.

Hello ordinary mortals. I am the one and only Clarence Hemsworth. Normally I wouldn't get near anyone who didn't at least own a small business but my father has moved us to Hicksville, home of every inbred moron known to man. I am currently finishing my last year of elementary, where I had refused to speak to, or make friends with, any of the commoners I was forced to share air with. Father insists that I have a problem interacting with people and that he did to, before he came here. He has this weird woman visit me everyday. She's named after a tree and she is always smiling. It gets on my nerves. I try to ignore her. After all, she isn't anyone important.

"Clarence!"

I rolled my eyes. It was that woman again.

"How was your last day of school? Are you ready to start middle school?" Willow sat directly across from me and smiled.

"Of course I am." I turned up my nose and sneered at her. She just continued smiling.

"When you get to middle school you'll meet my daughter! You guys will be great friends I bet! When you were little, you guys ran around in the mud together!" She giggled as I turned red.

"Does she look like you?" I asked in a disgusted voice.

"Yep! She's just about the prettiest thing out there, I think!" She smiled widely, an adoring look in her eye.

"Why haven't I met her before?" I demanded, crossing my arms.

"Well you aren't very nice." She grinned. My face went an ugly shade of scarlet and she skipped out of the room, completely unfazed.

Father allowed me to go back to the city for the summer, helping me forget about the ugly place I now lived. I spent that time focusing on materialistic things, like clothes and appearances.
Then middle school started. There was only one middle school and highschool, but even then, they don't get very crowded. I pulled up in a sleek car and reluctantly stepped out. Laid out before me was a sea of preteens and teens, all mingling, as if my existence was nothing more than a fly's.

"Yo. You the Hemsworth kid?"

I looked over to see two boys and a girl walking over. The girls look exactly like Willow only, instead of giving off excited energy, this girl seemed calm and cool. One of the boys looked a lot like her.

"Er yea." I said, realizing that I was staring.

"Then you're with us. I'm Jeremy!" The boy with the wild hair smiled and waved.

"Grey." The other guy gave me a thumbs up.

"Eyrie!" The girl smiled and threw an arm around my shoulder. I tried to blanch away from her but her grip was too firm. "It's nice to finally meet you!"

"Get away from me peasant!" I wiggled away from her. She raised a brow.

"And now I know why people don't like you." She muttered under her breath.

"Don't associate yourselves with me." I spat. "Commoners don't have a place with people such as me."

"Such as you huh?" Eyrie raised a brow and leaned forward, completely disregarding my personal space. "Who defines commoners? Have you ever looked at that word closely? It looks like common right? None of us are common. We strive, everyday, to find something we're good at, honing our talents. All your people do is sit around staring at stocks, all in the same business: money. So how is it that we are the commoners?"

I sat in stunned silence as she leaned back with an irritated expression.

"Don't let the brat faze you Ire. He's just a rich little know it all. C'mon. We have class." The wild haired boy linked arms with her and smiled.

"If you don't want to be friends with us, fine. No skin off our nose. But if you insist on having that attitude, no one else will want to be your friend either." Eyrie stated before walking off.
As the day went by, I found that everyone seemed to avoid me. I spent lunch alone. No one spoke to me during class. I watched as people tried to talk to Eyrie, only to be passed off to her friends.

"Alright. Now if I was your friend...what would that mean?"

The trio looked at me in surprise as I stood before them with my arms crossed. After a whole summer of being the center of attention, this isolation was becoming unbearable.

"Have you ever been friends with someone?" Eyrie asked dryly. Jeremy gave her a shove and Grey leaned over to tell her to 'be nice'.

"Of course I have." I said, sticking up my nose.

"Then you should know that it means that you should be yourself." She shrugged and the boys smiled at me.

"That's how it works with you're friends with someone." Grey said with a nod.

"Yea but look at him guys." Jeremy said, getting up to circle me. I flinched away.

"Go talk to that group." Eyrie said suddenly. She gestured to five or six people that looked like they shopped at Prep Central. I nearly said something, then remembered that my clothes were barely different from theirs.

"Why?" I asked.

"We need to see how you handle yourself around other people." Grey said.

This went one for days. Everyday, without fail, Eyrie and Jeremy would pick a group for me to interact with. None of them went well and I eventually was hated by everyone.

"This is ridiculous! Why are you making me do this?!" I finally snapped after being yelled at by the school's chess club.

"Come with me." Eyrie said. She started sauntering over to a mixed group of sports players. They all looked surprised as Eyrie went up with a smile.

"Hey guys!" She said. Everyone greeted her warmly. "Wow Liz."

Suddenly she was in a girl's face, taking a strand of the girl's hair between her fingers.

"Your hair...it's even more vibrant than before. I'm amazed that you even have room to improve." The girl blushed and started beaming at Eyrie, telling her in detail about the recent highlighting her locks had gone through. I looked a her in horror.

Could it be...could it be that she's...

"Oh by the way. Have you met my new friend? A cutey right?" Eyrie grabbed my arm as I tried to scoot away, pulling me close. She winked at the girls as they stared at me with new eyes. All the boys crossed their arms and pouted.

"Don't we know you...?" One of the girls began. They all looked at each other. "You're friends with this guy Ire?"

"Yep! I know he has his faults but..." Suddenly she seemed to sparkle and she put her free hand on her cheek with a sigh. "Doesn't that make him even cuter? Imperfect boys are the best because they don't make you feel insecure about your flaws."

Their eyes went wide with wonder and they looked at me excitedly.

"Wow yea, I know what you mean!"

"Now that you mention it, he is cute!"

Suddenly the girls started asking me all sorts of questions, leaving me speechless. Eyrie drifted around them to the boys. I couldn't hear what they were saying but when she blushed and looked away like an innocent schoolgirl, they all melted, going googly eyed.

After a few moments, Eyrie swept me back to the other boys who had also been mingling.

"How did he do?" Jeremy asked. He and Eyrie stood side by side and stared intensely at me.

"He gets a zero in social skills, a zero in flirting, a zero in flattery, and a zero in schmoozing. So basically he is just a big fat zero."

"Aren't those all the same things?!"

"I think we can fix him up; with a little hard work." Jeremy stated, ignoring me.

"Why are you fixing me up?!" I demanded. "Damn peasants."

"Because we're starting a band soon and we don't want you to mess anything up." Grey stated.

"How...?" I started, interrupted by Grey's exasperated sigh.

"You are going to be in our band, genius! What if people don't like you? Then they won't come to see us!"

I looked at them all in surprise. Jeremy and Eyrie smiled.

"You play a little guitar right? You can help me out on places that I can't pick up." She said. "So lets work on those social skills! Oh and I just thought of a great nickname for you!"

After three weeks of talking to random strangers and practicing in the schools music room, we moved on to costumes. Willow helped with that a lot and repeatedly told us that, if we wanted to be great, grab their attention by the ears. Finally, it was the night of our first performance.

I was amazed to find that our parents were up before us. My dad was the lead guitarist, Jeremy's mom backing him up. Eyrie's mom was at the mic while the Doc was at the drums.

"Didn't you know? They were all a band, back in the day." Eyrie said, appearing next to me. "Nervous?"

I nodded. She gave me a strange look.

"I'm worried that I'll go out there and look awkward and strange. This isn't something I'd normally wear."

Eyrie turned my head to the crowd, who were watching their parents with wide smiles, reminiscing.

"What do you see?" She whispered.

"A bunch of people that could possibly watch me fail tonight." I said sarcastically. Eyrie smiled and hugged me.

"At least you're seeing people. If I had asked you that when we first met, you would have said commoners."

I blushed fiercely and hugged her back, marveling at her delicate frame. It hardly seemed to fit the personality of the girl who told me off the first time we met.

"We should stay like this." I whispered softly, putting my nose to her hair. I wasn't sure if she heard me or not because we were called out the next second.

"That was a serious thrill!"

"We were awesome."

"They loved us. We were a hit."

All of us walked across the parking lot to get to the fancier restaurant that we chose to celebrate at. Our parents stayed behind to hang out, telling us to walk back if we needed anything.
I stared at Ire's back. She was smiling at Grey and occasionally twirling.

It's like even when I try to look at people the same as before, I can't. I feel dirty when I think of my previous actions. It's like she washed out all the garbage from my eyes that was causing me to only see what I wanted. Now I can so clearly. I felt warmth spread through my chest. Eyrie...

"Hey Zero c'mon we-" Eyrie started dragging me by the arm when she was curt off by the sound of tires squealing. She was looking behind me in horror; before I could turned she shoved me to the side as hard as she could.

I landed hard on my shoulder and head; suddenly a searing pain went through my leg. I looked to see that a truck tire had crushed it when the driver had tried to swing around to avoid us. This resulted in his tail hitting Eyrie so hard that she was flung into the corner of a building, her right arm and leg twisted grotesquely. Blood dripped out of the corner of her lip as she stared off in a daze. The only sign of life was the occasional blink. I felt everything dim as I met her gaze.

"Get Mama!"

My hearing came back to me and I looked to see Jeremy sprint off while Grey came over to me.

"Zero! Zero! C'mon man! You can't pass out bro!"

"Eyrie..." I croaked.

"What?" He leaned forward slightly. I felt rage thunder through me.

"Check on Eyrie!" My voice was stronger this time.

"I know, man, I know. But I can't touch or move her because I might mess something up. So I'm checking on you first." His eyes held pain and fear, his lips trembling as he slowly turned to his cousin.

He crouched next to her and spoke softly. Her eyes shifted over to his and she flicked her gaze over to me.

"He's fine. Probably just a broken leg and a concussion." I heard him say in a soothing tone.

Suddenly a swarm of adults came, Doc Allister apologizing as he inspected Eyrie instead of me. I glared at him, wondering how a man this ridiculous could be a doctor. The men from the bar hauled the driver out of his vehicle and nearly started beating him. Then they noticed that he was drunk off his noggin. He had passed out a few seconds into driving and only regained consciousness a few moments before he hit Eyrie.

Eyrie was immediately rushed to the hospital. Apparently she was messed up internally and none off the operations could be done all at once. When it was time for her last two operations the doctors discovered that the pain medication wasn't working and had to jack it up to lethal doses for her to feel anything. Even then, it wasn't much. She didn't cry once, never complained, and, without fail, asked about me everyday. I visited as often as I could. Her room was regularly filled with flowers and stuffed animals from classmates.

Due to the lack of results in the pain medication, the doctors noticed that Eyrie was essentially indifferent to the pain now since it had been building gradually, giving her body time to get used to it. They weren't sure if this was a good or bad thing. On one hand, she would feel hardly anything during her next operation; on another, in the future, she could probably put her hand on a burner and not even notice until it was too late.

"Hey Zero." I turned to see Eyrie staring at my broken leg. "That hurt?"

I scoffed in disbelief. "Seriously? Does that hurt?"

I gestured to her whole body. She smiled and shook her head smugly. I sighed.

"Hello my lovelys!" Willow swept into the room with Allister on her heals. He immediately went to Eyrie, checking charts and machines.

"Stop it Uncle. I'm fine." Eyrie grabbed his hand and simply held it, forcing him to sit in the seat that had been placed next to her bed. He was looking at her anxiously, fidgeting. She started talking about her day, what I had come to tell her, who came to visit her. I watched in wonder as he slowly became calm, eventually starting to nod and smile when the story called for it.

One day...I'll be worthy of you. I promise.

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